Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
JFA,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.